Teardrops on My Guitar [Ziall] ~On Hold~

Chapter 2

[Niall's POV]

The ride to the place we were having our interview was slightly awkward and very quiet. Louis and Harry were sitting together at the back of the car whispering things to each other and giggling like teenage girls. Liam was riding shotgun and texting someone (probably Danielle) the whole time while Zayn and I sat in the middle. Zayn was off in his own world with his headphones on and staring out of the window.

I occasionally snuck a few glances at him while I was busy trying to look like I was busy texting someone on my phone. Okay that was a lie. The whole ride I was mostly looking at Zayn. I can't help but notice how hot he looked with his hair slightly messy (surprise there right?).

Soon enough the car pulled to a stop and I slowly opened the door to get out. Just as I was about to enter the building I felt my phone vibrate in my pants.

From: Zaynie Poo 

Thank god there are no fans here today!!! xx

I felt my lips curl into a smile before I typed back a reply and hit send.

To: Zayn 

Haha don't say that too soon!! Who knows they might be hiding in our dressing room. Oh and sorry about this morning :( Friends again?

I sighed and put my phone back in my pocket as I got in the lift with the lads. Zayn suddenly chuckled to himself and shot me a wink when he caught me looking at him.

"Best buds," he mouthed at me from across the lift.

"Yeah buddy!" I mouthed back, adding a little arm action.

Zayn chuckled again. Dear lord, what this boy does to me... His chuckle is just so sexy, ughhhh.

All of us got out of the lift as soon as the doors slid open and we were greeted by a short blondie who was little too skinny for my liking. I disliked her the moment I laid my eyes on her.

"Hello boys," she practically purred in her obviously fake American accent. Clearly she was British but was putting on an accent. Not that I have anything against Americans. Hell no, it's just that I hate when people try so hard to be something they're not.

I glanced over at Zayn and raised my eyebrows. He returned my look, holding the same position I did about this girl.

The only one who seemed oblivious to this was probably Liam who greeted her back with a jolly "Hi" and waved. Harry simply rolled his eyes and strolled into the changing room followed by Louis who simply snorted at Liam's gesture. Zayn and I shrugged our shoulders and made our way to the changing room. On the way there our shoulders bumped on each other and I swore I felt a shock. Not one of those static shocks you get from rubbing your feet on the carpet, no. The kind of shock I felt was the kind you get when you get a plate full of Nandos and the shock usually comes with a little flip that your stomach choses to do.

For some reason Zayn decided to erupt into a fit of giggles. His laugh was a beautiful tinkling sound that gave you butterflies in your stomach and made your knees go weak. It was also highly contagious... Liam joined in with Zayn's giggling fit and soon enough I found myself laughing as well. I bet everyone around us looked at us like we are idiots, which we by the way are, and I bet we looked like we were high but it doesn't matter. We were having fun and that's all that matters.

"Get your shit together guys," a low voice grumbled from behind the doors of a changing room stall. Oh Harry, way to ruin our fun. "The interview starts in twenty minutes and we aren't even dressed properly yet. Really Liam, I thought you knew better."